“Hngh…please..!”

Rhindov smirked and pulled Yirel’s nipples once more before relenting. Grinding against his ass, Rhin murmured, “Yes, Darling?”

Yirel sounded near to tears, the way he whined and pleaded. “Nnngh… stop teasing me,” he gasped.

Rhin chuckled and nipped at his ear. “And what else?”

He thrashed against the iron grip holding him in place; a sound halfway to a frustrated scream squeezing past his teeth. “Don’t make me say it,” he moaned.

Rhin waited, and Yirel’s own lust broke him.

“Fuck… gods damn you, Lord Cavish..! I want you to fuck me! By the Angel I want your cock,” he snarled, shaking and pressing back against him. He was mewling soon after as Rhin pulled his nipples once more for good measure.

“Don’t fret Darling, I’ll give you what you want,” Rhindov said, voice suddenly hoarse as he pulled a hand out of the dress to pull the back of the panties down. The fabric was stretched to its limit, and Yirel whined under his breath as it bit against his thighs. Regrettably he had to step back, his dick falling out from its soft cradle between Yirel’s ass cheeks. Caressing the soft curve, he licked his lips and spread his lordling open with a thumb.

“..aaahh…Rhindov, Sir…please…!” Yirel quivered and arched his back, his pink hole twitching with anticipation.

He swallowed heavily, digging in his pocket for the oil vial while teasing Yirel’s nipple with the other hand. He convinced himself he wasn’t shaking as he poured the oil into his hand and hurriedly set the vial aside for later. Laying over Yirel as he pushed the first finger in, they groaned in unison. Yirel heaved under him, and Rhin loved it. Every sound and movement belonged to him and no one else. His wild Darling was his alone. Rhin rushed through the first and second fingers, Yirel encouraging him under his breath. With the third, he began to spear as deep as he could, curling the digit on the way out. He was rewarded with Yirel twitching around him with a reedy moan. By the time he was stretching him with the fourth, Rhin had foregone tormenting Yirel’s chest and now just held him. 

Sweat and perfume mingled in the air as Rhin nipped at Yirel’s neck and shoulder. “Ngh,I think you might be ready for me now,” he said as he withdrew his fingers. Yirel bit his lip as he shuddered; his body chasing after him.

As Yirel pleaded under his breath Rhindov used the rest of the oil to slick his cock. He lifted one of his lordling’s legs up onto the table, Yirel whimpering and pushing himself up to look back at him. The first push was like walking into fire with the pure heat that engulfed him. He didn’t realize his eyes had closed until he had to open them. Yirel panted and squirmed, his eyes closed too as his nails scrambled against the table.

He growled, reaching out to grab a fistful of those black curls as he thrust his cock in the rest of the way. Yirel’s mouth opened in a cry that would have carried, if Rhin hadn’t already covered his lordling’s lips with his own. His lips twisted together with Yirel’s as he devoured his helpless pleasured sounds. The hot, tight squeeze yielded to him again and again, welcoming his cock with a near suffocating embrace. Leftover wine bottles and glasses toppled and fell with a clatter, one bottle cracking before rolling to the grass.

He’d never felt so inflamed for someone, for a situation. Whores and secret affairs, nothing had ever made him as hard and hot as Darling did.The muscles in his stomach clenched with a ripple of lust, and he pressed against Yirel’s ass as hard as he could as he pumped. His lordling whined and fluttered around him, his writhing adding to the sensations. Rhin only pulled away from the bruising kiss when the need for air demanded it; a string of saliva linking him and Yirel for one thundering heartbeat. His hand dragged down from his hair and down between his shoulder blades, pressing Yirel back down against the table and holding him in place as Rhin fucked him.

Yirel’s rhythmic moans intertwined with the music spilling through the garden and Rhin’s guttural utterances. Most times it was wordless rumbling growls and groans, but sometimes his own desire would overwhelm him. “Ugh… Darling… take my cock,” he purred. Hitching Yirel’s leg higher on the table he thrust all the harder; rolling his hips and grinding them against Yirel’s ass until he got what he was looking for.

“Rhindo-ov..ngh, please…aaAAHHhh-!” Yirel’s entire body seized, cutting off his cry. Smirking, he dug his fingers into Yirel’s thigh and held him tight as he pounded into the same spot repeatedly.

“Scream for me, Darling…” Rhin shuddered, his head rolling back with a lusty moan. The slap of their flesh, the heavy swing and impact of his sac against Yirel’s lace bound bulge and the glide of his cock against Yirel’s inner walls as he tensed and twitched had him pulsing with waves of pleasure. His lordling’s unhinged moans and the way he pushed back against him, lifting his ass to meet his thrusts made it so much better. Any thought to anything else fell from his mind. It was just him and Yirel under the lush green glow, his Darling exposed and breathtaking. Another flexing of Yirel around his cock had his hips stuttering forward and breaking the steady pace he’d built.

Cursing softly, he leaned over Yirel again and moved his hand from his back to grip his shoulder. He gave into the urge for mindless rutting as he nuzzled against Yirel’s neck. Their moans reached a new peak as Yirel shook and strained, his passage spasming and clenching as he came with a drawn out, high pitched, keening moan.

He wasn’t sure if it was the sensation or the sound that pushed him over the edge, but in a handful of thrusts he was following Yirel. His groan was soul deep as he pushed his hips forward as hard as possible, jerking forward with each shot of seed. For long moments all he heard was the rush of blood in his ears as he and Yirel heaved. The smell of sweat and sex far outweighed the smell of perfume now, and he wouldn’t have it another way. The automaton released Yirel’s wrists and walked away, and Rhin pushed himself off his lordling.  It took him a moment to be steady on his feet, but Yirel stayed as he was; save for his leg slipping off the table. He stood winded for a bit, staring blankly at the scene. Already thoughts of how he could claim Darling again were passing through his thoughts like leaves in a stream. He’d lusted after people before, and was no stranger to the obsession it could birth. He knew to be wary of that poisoned kiss. And yet he still could not let go of those thoughts. He told himself it was just the thrill of something new and that it would pass, and once he tired of the novelty things would go back to how they should be. Rhin sighed, pulling his kerchief once more from his pocket and wiping his face as he smiled. Kneeling down behind Yirel he kissed his thigh where the lace had bitten and left a hard indentation, rolling the panties the rest of the way off. “You performed as perfectly as ever Darling.”

Quaice squirmed as he dragged the panties down and then tossed them aside. His tired whines as Rhin traced his tongue over the line left on his thigh were halfway between enjoyment and protest. “H-hhaa…sir…” His spent prick dangled so close, Rhin could see it twitch even though Yirel tried to hide it.

“I’ll let you rest,” he replied to the unasked question. Then amended the statement with a grin. “For now.”